I never give myself time to follow my dreams, my ideas, my instincts any longer than the fleeting moments they pass through my consciousness. I become aware that they are still there from time to time, but never actualise anything. I think I plan too far into the future, procrastination and ‘I can’t do that until, I’ve finished this’ takes over. There’s always something that I can put ahead of my creative projects. Suddenly it’s months later and nothing has been created, life hasn’t been lived and time has been, dare I say, wasted.
That stops now.
Time to gallop!
